FML - Braden Bales: letras de canciones, vídeos musicales y conciertos

FML

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FML fue publicado el 27 de enero de 2026 por Lanchbox, LLC como parte del álbum FML. - EP

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RESUMEN

LETRAS

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jake Goldman

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jake Goldman

Songwriter

Braden Joshua Bales

Braden Joshua Bales

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Braden Bales

Producer

Jake Goldman

Assistant Producer

Letras

Fuck my life

And fuck yours too

And fuck this damn AC

It's hot in this room

I'm recording in

A cigarette would go so hard right now

But I can't have one

But I would sit and I'd smoke

And start to self loathe

And I'd soak in that smell

Wear my shame like a coat

That I'm already in

But at least I could symbolize it somehow

To let it out

But fuck

I'm moving cities every couple of months

And those crowds are so sweet

But coming home sucks

My roommate is messy

My ex is so up

And I'm stuck in my head

When her name is brought up

So tell me what now

What's the fucking point of the high

When the comedown

Lasts me like three whole nights

And the right crowd

Gets together three whole times a year

That's 362 days of the same shit

Acting like I care 'bout a damn conversation

Anxious as it gets till I get fucking wasted

Then I get home and I sit in fear

So tell me what the fuck am I doing here

Fuck your smile

It's before noon

So don't speak to me unless I'm asking you to

The problem is

I stayed up all night to delay right now

But it came around

Fuck

It's like the shitty leads to shittier stuff

Cause my car is not clean

And it pisses me off

No time, no sleep

Nobody to love

Fuck the ache in my chest

And the air in my lungs

And tell me what now

What's the fucking point of the high

When the comedown

Lasts me like three whole nights

And the right crowd

Gets together three whole times a year

That's 362 days of the same shit

Acting like I care 'bout a damn conversation

Anxious as it gets till I get fucking wasted

Then I get home and I sit in fear

So tell me what the fuck am I doing here

Written by: Braden Joshua Bales, Jake Goldman

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